Spat on the tainted message
one foot only half way in
free that pale swallow from its rusted cage
ignore the indifference dripping from her skin
fourty seven hours since the final blue bell fell
“Kitten, grab your hat
they’re waiting for us in Hull”
farewell misguided smile
they’ll see you clearly now
“Squeeze my hand Moonshiner
let’s take our final bow”
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